Surrounding Yao Mountain City, were tens of thousands of warriors, armed to the teeth and embattling in each direction.
Zhamu led over three hundred thousand elite dark-kind warriors, looking at those encircled non-humankind beings with a trace of pride on their faces. These were the powerful Jia Clan warriors, who once stood high above the masses and who used to make Zhamu and his people servile; those dark-skinned dark-kind slave warriors who shared the same origin with himself, and those freckled, different-colored non-humankind slaves.
"Dumb things, they do deserve to become sacrificial offerings of our great master!" For these poor non-humankind beings who were going to be slaughtered, Zhamu shared the exact same attitude with warriors under his command.
There was neither any pity nor sympathy, not even a little bit.
This might be inappropriate, but the dark kind, this pathetic race, they were just like domestic hound dogs. Obedience and cautiousness had already merged with their bones and bloodlines. Even though a big half of those non-humankind beings waiting to be slaughtered had the same appearance as they did, they didn’t feel anything, just like hound dogs would never consider themselves the same as wild wolves.
"Too stupid." Zhamu stroked his own chest armor, which was decorated with exquisite embossments, then give a teasing grin and said to a few dark-kind warrior commanders standing beside him, "They should’ve kneeled to our great master and pledged loyalty to our great master, so they might earn a chance to survive."
Dark-kind warrior commanders all laughed out. They felt so proud and pleased with themselves. They were the slaves of the respectful Earl Yao, while those poor things who had the same skin-color and bloodline as they did, were mere sacrificial offerings. This was more than enough for them to feel proud!
The old freak, Candle Dragon Gui, was squatting on Yao Mountain City’s fence wall in the distance, with a large wine jar held in his hands, looking at those encircled non-humankind beings. While taking sips of wine, he murmured to himself curiously, "Ji Hao, this kid bought so many slaves…He’s not going to do that kind of thing, is he?"
Si Wen Ming was sitting on a battlement on the fence wall, also with a large wine jar in his hands, looking at those non-humankind beings who seemed to be bland and numb. He took a big gulp of wine, laughed out loud and said, "Non-humankind beings, only dead non-humankind beings are good non-humankind beings. In fact, I have been disagreeing using non-humankind as slaves. It’s better to kill them all. Ji Hao’s doing a nice job!"
Both Candle Dragon Gui and Si Wen Ming came to watch a big show.
Ji Hao sent out the nine Divine Magi and nearly emptied the slave market in Pu Ban city. Although this wasn’t a big deal, it wasn’t a small thing either. It was enough to catch the attention of Candle Dragon Gui and Si Wen Ming, who were both well informed. They both knew about the family background of Shaosi and her brother, Taisi. They knew that they were the only survivors of the Netherworld Kind, which was almost extinct, and could guess what Ji Hao was planning to do.
Therefore, they eagerly rushed over, wanted to witness the mysteriousness and dreadfulness of the Netherworld kind with their own eyes.
Candle Dragon Gui came purely for watching an interesting show. As he grew older and older, he had become more and more curious about some things. Unlike him, Si Wen Ming also took a few trustworthy Master Magi and prepared to keep a complete record of the Netherworld kind’s blood offering ceremony, to be added to those secret books kept in the Magi Palace to serve as a reference to younger generations.
They watched groups of non-humankind beings being escorted to the area one after another, expressionlessly standing in the cold and strong wind.
Abruptly, Candle Dragon Gui patted hard on the fence wall under his feet and said, "This city…I didn’t think that those big guys would even take these real treasures of the heaven out to sell…It seems that the ancient heaven has truly fallen."
Si Wen Ming worriedly raised his head, glanced at the sky and said, "Completely out of control? We should send more people to keep an eye on the heaven. Otherwise, if those people up there truly make a mess, that would be a huge trouble."
Hesitating for a short while, Si Wen Ming turned around, glanced at Yao Mountain City, smiled and said a bit excitedly, "I wonder if Ji Hao got the magic formation blueprint from the heaven. I really want to see the complete picture of the Heaven and Earth formation that was used to awe the whole world by the ancient heaven. It would be even better if I can add the blueprint to the Magi Palace’s collection.
While the two of them murmured to each other, Ji Hao had already dyed the altar red with the blood of Magus-King-level beasts.
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